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Blair nodded and hopped off her place of sitting, taking her cue to leave. But as she exited the door, she noticed the doctor was following her suit.
“I, oh- sorry,” she said as she bumped into him while crossing the doorway.
“It seems we are both in a rush to get out of here,” he said, sounding amused.
She noticed the rain had started pouring outside now and there was no way she could walk to the bus stop without catching an illness, she frowned.
Dr. Williams noticed this. “It’s raining quite heavily outside, I see,” he told her and she nodded, her frown deepening.
“Well,” she started, “it’s going to be a lo-ong walk.”
“I am actually on my way out right now, I can give you a ride if you please?” he offered and Blair looked at him as though he had just proposed world peace to her.
“Why, I do not want to be of an inconvenience,” she shuffled, but then leaned forward a little, waiting for his reply.
He just chucked, as per usual. Blair was beginning to realize he was a very perky doctor.
“It’s fine. Come, I’ll drop you off,” he told her and she followed him to his car. It was a 2015 Prius in matte black. They both quickly jumped in to avoid getting too drenched from the rain.
“Jesus Christ,” Dr. William’s cursed lightly under his breath, “It really is pouring, isn’t it?”
Blair nodded, shutting the door beside her. She eased herself onto the passenger seat.
The doctor had taken off his egg shell white coat now and rolled up the sleeves of his buttoned grey dress shirt. Blair noticed his skin was marked with black ink, indicating a tattoo she could not properly see due to it being shielded by the cloth of his sleeve.
“Oh wow,” she pointed it out once he had begun to drive, “I did not know doctors were allowed to have tattoos,” she stated, her gaze on the black of the ink peeking through.
He chuckled in response. “It is definitely not recommended,” he said to her, eyes fixed on the road.
“Then how come you have one?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
“You know, when you’re good at what you do, they tend to make a few exceptions,” he told her.
“Oh – why aren’t you modest now,” she laughed, surprised at just how easily conversation was flowing between the two of them right now.
“I am many things but modesty is not one of my best virtues, I should say,” he told her, still laughing.
“Can I see it?” she asked, suddenly; her front teeth sinking again into the plush of her lips.
“Sure, go ahead,” he told her and she slowly moved her fingers to the hem of his rolled up sleeve, pushing it up even further.
It revealed the head of a wolf on his lower forearm with some words in Latin inscribed below it. Blair found her admiring the art work and resisted the urge to run her fingers over it. “That’s beautiful,” she breathed, “what does it mean?” she said, tearing her eyes away to look up at him.
“It’s a famous Latin saying,” he admitted, “it means, as long as there is life, hope lives on.”
“That’s quite deep Dr. Williams,” she commented.
“Please – don’t call me Dr. Williams. I do not wish to be referred that outside of the clinic. I often encourage my patients to refer to me more like a friend. Call me Daniel,” he said before adding, “and yes, well it is a phrase whose meaning I hold quite dear to me.”
“I’ve always wanted to go get a tattoo,” she told him, shyly, “but my mother would freak out for sure, Daniel.” She added the last word just to see how it would feel like if she said out his first name out loud. Admittedly, it felt nice.
“Ah, teenage,” he said wistfully, “I got my first one before I turned 18,” he told her, chuckling as he remembered the memory.
“You know,” she started, crossing her legs now, “you are quite edgy for someone who is supposed to be old and have a profession as boring as medicine,” she suddenly felt as though perhaps she had crossed some line and should not have said what she did but to her relief, Daniel did not find the remark to be of any offense and instead it played to his amusement. It looked like as though he got this a lot.
“Age is only but a number. I believe a person is young as long as he remains young at heart,” he said, “and as for medicine being boring, I should not think so. It is a passion of mine that I have pursued most ardently and do not wish to relinquish due to any societal stereotypes of it being not interesting enough.”
She looked down at her feet, “I do not even know what I want to be. Wish I had a passion like that,” she admitted, almost sadly.
